Issue.

I feel like I'm all laid out on the table, but you've yet to say anything that connects us.
I know I'm getting ahead of myself. I've got this fantasy world all set up for the two of us.

I want to crawl inside of you, and never ever come back out.
Absorbed into your skin, your bones, your tissues, your faults and perfections.
Lose myself in your identity because it's so much more interesting than mine.
I'm so unrealistic, and you're so grounded.
We can live anywhere you want. As long as you want to live far, far away.